by Ayn Rand
Please tell me this isn’t representative of Ayn Rand’s writing.
I can ignore the bits of her philosophy that I don’t care for, but the much of the rest is tough. She’s got a story that is compelling and fast moving. I can appreciate that as well done, but the prose itself is tough. It almost felt that she didn’t have an ear for the music of English, which is strange considering she made her living with words both as a screenwriter and novelist. (Yes, I know English isn’t her first language, but this goes beyond that.)
Of course I can forgive that, since the story is different enough to be memorable.
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